I missed the hope-filled Obama years. So, having moved back home to America after living abroad for eight and a half years, I was looking forward to being present during the era of the first female president. Like many Americans, I became angry and despondent after Inauguration Day. I began to attend rallies in NYC in an attempt to reclaim my personal thread within the current American social fabric. Soon, I began photographing them. Taking The Women’s March of 2017 as a point of departure, I have focused on documenting demonstrations; photographing the people who attend them, the press that cover them, the onlookers gawking at them - all while considering the overlap that occurs between these spheres at the junction of their meeting.